My sweet family bought me a full day float on the Yakima with Red's Fly Shop for my birthday this year. As a part-time musician I play at a lot of wineries and I picked a date adjacent to one of my Yakima shows to save some travel cost. So Thursday was my day. I've never fished with a guide, and I've never meaningfully fished the Yakima, and had mixed expectations. My guide was a really great guy named Leif Kvinsland (book him through Red's). We started out nymphing, and caught a number of fish in spite of my poor reflexes, but they were all around 10 inches and I was a little discouraged. He asked me how I felt about throwing streamers. He put on a big articulated sculpy-looking thing with a heavy sink tip, then everything changed. My feeble right shoulder didn't like the combination of the cold rainy weather and that heavy tip and fly, but it kept working so I was never inclined to stop. The fish got bigger instantly. I had imagined taking in the glorious autumn beauty of the canyon and the Bighorn, wild turkeys, deer, hills and plant life - but throwing and stripping that heavy rig was a full time pursuit and picking my spots kept my eyes on the water all day. I let Leif deliver a play by play of what was going on up above and I stayed focused on pulling that big fly through the best spots. We never did find a good reason to try dries. Most of the fish were in the 15" range, a couple around 17" and one we both agreed was at least 20". I have played some pretty big fish that were surprisingly indifferent to winning... not yesterday. Lord, these fish are alive! I want to be like them. What a day.